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...uld want to pal around with some effete middle-aged nerd? I wondered. Then again, from what I already saw of Eldridge from our brief prior interactions, and with the possession of the knowledge that some amount of his personality would be genetic, I concluded that Eldridge was no normal 8-year-old boy.As soon as I saw the sleek, polished face of Maggies BMW pull up to me, I lifted myself unsteadily from the ground upon which I uncharacteristically sat. I veiled my hands inside the pockets of my blazer and waited for my ex-wife and son to get out of the car. My ex-wife and sonmy familyI couldnt wrap my mind around the idea, but I knew that I would have to try. And post haste.With her body wrapped in a midnight-hued dress and her neck titivated with a plait of pearls in place of the locket I gave her years ago, Maggie exited her car with an unreadable expression on her face, akin to the one herourson wore as he made his way out. My anxiety ascended.Good afternoon, Maggie, I greeted civilly, smiling tensely. How are you today?She smiled back with evident pretense. Im doing mighty fine, Waylon. And yourself?Im doing just super, I said stupidly, but I noticed that my response tendered a smile from Eldridge, so I decided not to regret it.Maggie nodded and kissed Eldridge on the forehead. You be good now, Eldridge. Call me when your lunch is over and Ill come pick you up here, okay?Eldridge nodded uneasily as Maggie retu...